A master weaver working infinite looms,
Who spans the endless dark with silver thread,
An architect of stars and quiet rooms,
Who breathed upon the dust to wake the dead.
The steady pulse beneath the ocean’s chest,
The potter’s fingers shaping living clay,
A silent shore where weary orbits rest,
The origin of night and light of day.
Yet between my fragile heart and your boundless grace
Lies a canyon carved by human doubt and space—
A wide expanse no ship could ever cross,
Where earthly wisdom turns to total loss.
To seek your favor and your gentle eye,
I’d lay my stubborn pride down in the dust.
I’d give up every dream beneath the sky,
And place my broken plans in total trust.
I’d walk through silent sands without a word,
And offer up the quiet pain I bear,
Praying that my heartbeat might be heard,
Surrendering my life into your care.
I bring my open hands, my breath, my song,
And lay my heart where it has belonged.
I offer up all that I am, and all I try to do—
Is a yield like mine enough to reach to you?
The busy dials of day start to fade,
As quiet heals the choices we’ve made.
We breathe ourselves into a stillness deep,
Where our heavy thoughts are now asleep.
The universe rings out a hidden chord,
A tapestry where silent truths are poured.
Through layers of the world we rarely see,
There lives a vast and shining mystery.
A person stands, a welcoming doorway,
To catch a whisper from far, far away.
Two distant spheres of life will meet,
And elusive currents turn discrete.
Great concepts turn to language and to art,
As ancient magic speaks to every heart.
Our fragile hands and voices meet the call,
To bring a healing comfort to all.
Yet if this doorway spans the stars above,
Or winds through human thoughts of hope and love,
The truth behind the magic stays concealed—
To doubt or to believe, your choice is sealed.
A lesser moon I can quite well withstand,
A gentle crescent grants a gracious smile,
To all the world, an honest helping hand,
And friends well know I'll go the extra mile.
But then there comes that shining disk of hell,
And buried in a hole, I feel its flood,
And then regret my wit and sharpened smell,
And all that lusts the rip and flowing blood.
And one may say I should not be a wolf,
As wolves have said I should not human be;
I am the thread that spans across the gulf,
The day and night it seems the world must see.
And so there lies the deep divided one,
Each half despising what the other's done.
golden dawn spans bright
larks soar up high with sweet songs~
spirit of the air
larks fly in high skies
yet build their nests on low grounds~
lesson of meekness.
Written: June 18, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Constance La France
Quote: "The brain discovers, but emotions replicate past occurrences forevermore." By Poet
I glide amid suspense as the air grows dense.
Through amber fractures that scrape the fence,
Still blazed for the thrill your shadows wore—
The anchored verdict, of evermore.
A silted shard of time daze,
A wire-mesh mirror that grate and glaze,
It scrapes the shell where the marrow tore—
A signal throbbing evermore.
Through gullies choked with a sullen scent,
Through spans of gloom where lumber's bend,
Your strobes ignite on the slatted floor—
A sizzling earth expanding evermore.
You lodge inside the strained strain,
A white-hot core that no veil can drain,
The pulsing pitch, I cannot ignore—
A sinew humming evermore.
And after the casing snaps its seam
When digits fuse in a blinding beam,
This vacuum slams on a rock-bound shore—
The engine stilled in evermore.
Though metal cools in the still space.
The spirit-volt is gone, without a trace.
A hissing heat on rusty shore—
the agony intensified, evermore
Written: May 06, 2026, for contest sponsored by Andrea Dietrich
Quote 4. "May, queen of blossoms, and fulfilling flowers, what pretty music shall we charm the hours?" - Lord Edward Thurlow
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May brings a breath of brisk bloom,
soft sprigs sing their hymns to doom.
Her petals plait the spans in gold,
and the warm air cast a charming hold.
She graces the day with limpid light,
a whispered tune, and the swamps ignite.
With sky-foam drift and meadow's gleam,
she waltzes shakily into a dream.
She is his Venus
while he is her Mars
Her eyes are
like the glow of the moon
and his eyes are
like the glow of the stars
She is his milky way
and he is her satellite
the chemistry they share together
are like the moon eclipsing the sun
no asteroids, no comets neither black holes
can ever separate or demolish their romance
that spans all the way across the stars
A flame mounts high and bright,
A frightful dance it carves,
The dry woods starts to blaze,
A warmth against the cold,
My worn-out spirit glows.
Rain pours in a quick rush
Over stones, worn and grey,
It reflects the heavens
Washing off dust and pain
At close of a long day.
The flame cools down gently,
A dark and fading sweep,
The sizzle turns to steam,
The embers yearn to nap,
The heat within me wanes.
Fire spans the forest ground
Leaving ash, a grey dust,
Water seeks lowest spots,
Fulfilling divine trust
In every single flow.
Fire that consumes the trees,
Rain that fosters the hill,
Two opposing powers,
But meant with time to meet
To accomplish their tasks.
The spirit wants the fire
To burn away distress,
The soul yearns for water
To make the vision clear,
Each performing its role.
In truth, they don`t die out,
Each in part re-joins earth,
The embers mix with soil
That gives birth to new life,
An eternal cycle.
Rivers kiss the ocean
At end of their journey
To vaporise in air
And pour as rain again,
Nature`s endless circle.
Take away the coil
Preparing my soil
Ready to get dirty & toil
Time to take heed
Actions not read
We need to feed the seed
Plant & fertilise
Surprise for the rise
Male or other we summarise
Digs & water showers
With TLC bet it towers
Under God the hope it flowers
The bigger it spans
Female are the plans
Growth fast with 9+ poniter fans
To turn them not lost
From heat to quick frost
Budding season can come at a cost
Shoots from every node
All plants follows code
Gardening boosts the buds to explode
Meticulous pick & prune
Ripening real soon
Final tip. Final pick. Full moon
Manicure to cure
Holds weight, I'm sure
Protection & time must endure
No jokes, my folks
A deep scent soaks
Eager to see how it smokes
The thuggery & skulduggery we must disable
The fable that we are all from another stable
Reliant on corporate giant bland brand label
We should be able to sit at the same table
Could grow our food in our neighbourhood
No creeds just deeds sow seeds that feeds
Heeds our needs not greeds edible weeds
Chairs of reeds in a row stood around wood
Two hands & one mouth the triangle of life
Spans across lands fans of no fork or knife
North to south eat together beat the strife
Allayed & swayed by Proustian rushes rife
Severe all ties with pain lies of Cain and Abel
Come together guys round table whenever
Wherever forever there is nowt comparable
Parable of arable reigns never been a fable
Standdown Day
USS Coral Sea—Spring 1979
standdown day
no flights
alone I stand upon flight deck
three football fields long
thousands of tons of solid steel
an insignificant gray speck
upon the bounding main
below decks five thousand sailors
and marines on a mission
some scramble, others grind on
some sleep
fourteen-hour days
seven days straight
now standdown day
dusk
gulf water mirror still
a vivid rainbow spans in
a high, full, majestic arc
horizon to horizon
night
below decks I pass berthing
areas crowded with
bed racks stacked three high
eerily quiet for a crammed
metal city
I must work through the
Night and into the morning
Looking forward always to
The next port
by Robert Gorelick
November 11, 2025
All the things I said to you
Were from the deepest depths inside
Count each and every one as true
From all but you those things I hide
And should it be my life spans long
Your cozy cabin in the wood
Is where I'll wait to hear your song
Until I close my eyes for good
In the city, there are benches
Placed where people might
Relax and take a load off,
Which is everybody’s right.
They’re either made of metal
Or old-fashioned painted wood,
Found in parks and promenades or where
They’d do the utmost good.
Most bus stops with a shelter
Have a bench for those who wait
And in playgrounds, there are benches
Where the nannies congregate.
My apartment building spans a block
On quite an average street,
Without a bus stop or a park;
It’s nice, but not elite.
Yet recently, a metal bench,
Three seats’ worth, with a back,
Was placed to give my home address
What other buildings lack –
A place to sit, but no one knows
Who ordered such a thing.
It sounds real good, but there are several
Problems it could bring –
The detritus of strangers,
Which is quite a common sight
And perhaps some noisy revelers
To party through the night.
My street is pretty quiet
And I hope a monkey wrench
Hasn’t landed on it with the
Sudden placement of this bench.
"My man" you can’t have;
My man he’s my love and;
He frequently accepts me as I am;
He I soul love, as my man;
Fully connected with him;
Engaged intentions, emotions;
My man feelings, expectations:
My man healthy future;
Everything is just for me;
I am his go to person I be:
Just want to enjoy every sweet,
Sweet, sweet, sweet, spans;
Intimate darling my man;
Love you so and, you are mine;
Simple and small things with him, my man;
Very casual, inamorato, dearest love;
Paramour truelove you are my man;
May you and the world understand?
You are my man;
"Babe" so endearing appreciated affection, my man;
And the relationship dynamic you’re my man;
A romantic partner or future spouse, my man;
Carrying connotations of a strong, committed,
And long-term relationship;
Conveying awe enthusiastic agreement, my man, my man;
Paramour truelove, my second Hallelujah;
6/16/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2025
Dedicated and written for "Damilo"
Hiding in plain sight,
Cloaked by light,
Shining just right,
Creeping through my dark night,
Clearing away the blight,
Fighting to get free,
So I can shine brightly,
Teaching what I came to be,
Reaching out so you can see,
My entity spans eternity,
My energy collectively intertwined,
Within this universal mind,
Here to help you find,
The reason you were designed.
A magical mastermind,
Creating your own being to get behind,
To become aligned with the light you shine.
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